The Successor of Light
Above the sea, in sky so dark, the plane
It leads to me a world unseen despite
the window frame, a future dim yet sane
It gives to me such calm above for height
from fear, in dark and light, the small of breed
Tells he to me the point of time, and thus
of life, henceforth we chase the light, secede
the sea, yes we, the slaves of time and us
We search on forth; victims of trust, left in
the rust and burned by past, for life and death
do not outrun the pain we left in sin
And thus on forth I take the last of breath
But past the light, and north of death, the time
of life yet shines, still breathes a breath in rhyme
